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(D&D 5E) The Tyranny of Dragons, Part 1; Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Oohh, action time!

For now, here's this 4 (nat 1) for initiative.

Also, Mahz is not around and definitely would not be checking each @ mention even if he was. Try to post a delete request here, @Tangletail

[GUTS+] You Awake in a Dark Room

Haha, all good. And ikr, here's crossing fingers.

I've got Discord at least. Would you guys want to set up a chat there or?

D&D 5E: Dungeon of the Mad Mage

Ardour never fancied himself the persuasive sort, at least when it came to diplomacy alone. While he could weave together words with the best of them, his inability to keep a straight face to go along with them had cost him many a prospective swindle in the past. It was only when one added the fine arts of threats and trade into the mix that people generally begun to heed his words.

This time however, he seemed to have hit the nail on the head with words alone. Esvelle tensed, relaxed-- and then talked. After Aurix's surprisingly acute observations, she talked some more.

Ardour leaned back in his chair to do what he was best at; listening and remembering. And oh, was there ever much to listen to. As it turned out, the Raznars of the past had been not quite as prim and proper as the woman next to him. Ardour managed to withhold outright laughter so as to not insult her, but a chuckle or two may have slipped past his lips regardless.

Everything he heard did naught but strengthen the image he had of nobles. Just as rotten as he was, once you stripped away the glow and glory. There was no such thing as honest coin.

He would make sure to see if his informants could dig up more details, come the end or their current commitment.

But my, slave trade? Now there was a business prospect with promise. The world was never short on men who sought to dictate the lives of others to their own benefit. Time passed, generations came and went, but greed remained eternal.

He was starting to see what she'd meant by 'temptation'.

Perhaps, if he played his cards right, he could be the one to set up such a business down in Skullport, after they successfully removed the competition. Ah, no, that was-- retrieved Esvelle's dear brother. A skilled thief and deceiver, she said? Why, it was almost as if this was getting personal.

"Thank you, my lady, you've been most generous," Ardour offered at the end of her long talk, wondering if the glint in his eye had died down quite yet. If it had not, it would be an awful mismatch to his sympathetic tone. "It must've not been easy to talk of such things. I apologize if we tore open a wound still healing."

He entertained a smile - or something akin to it, anyhow. "Fear not. We shall make sure neither your trust nor money was misplaced."

With the exchange over, the group begun to slowly disperse. There was time to spare before they took the plunge down the dungeon, even with time to prepare accounted for. Ardour loathed to be idle, so he slipped back into the busy crowd with a purpose in mind. He'd heard bits and pieces of quite a few rumours, and now wanted to see if he could gleam any more details.

[GUTS+] You Awake in a Dark Room

Done and done! Let me know if him getting his hand through is implausible, and I'll edit accordingly (adding that he made the hole bigger first, or the like). I left it vague as to whether he could actually reach the handle at all also.

If he can reach it, should I roll for something to see if he can figure out how the door is locked?

[GUTS+] You Awake in a Dark Room

The crash Duncan had braced himself for never came. His foot collided with the wooden surface, yet the door did not give way. There was no satisfaction of a sudden forward force, only a cruel, sudden stop. The impact sent an unpleasant, stinging reverberation up his leg all the way to his spine. He had to bite back a curse. Son of a--

Dedicated not to lose to a door of all things - especially when he had an audience - Duncan prepared another kick. Before he could go for a second round, though, Pebs stepped up to stop him - or rather, redirect him. To the middle, since this door flung inwards and not out. Oh. Duh. He knew that.

Duncan cleared his throat, took a step to the side, and--

There was a crash this time, alright.

Duncan grinned victoriously - for about a second, before he realized his foot was now stuck in the door. Well, uh. That wasn't... that wasn't exactly part of the plan. Whatever the plan was.

Sheepishly, he turned back to Pebs. "Right, uh. Gimme a sec or two, got some-- technical difficulties over here."

And he might've needed some help. He didn't say it, nor did he mean to imply it, but it was apparently clear enough a fact that she came over to give him aid regardless. Pebs made sure he didn't fall over as he struggled to free his foot, which, after a moment of a battle well-fought, was finally back on solid ground. Thank god.

"Hurt? Nah, I'm fine," he assured her, giving his leg a few swings in the air for good measure. He chuckled, then gave her a nod of gratitude. "It's been through worse. Thanks for the help though, 'preciate it."

As Duncan went back to examine the hole he'd made, Pebs split off to examine the cupboards. A really good idea, actually, since it'd probably take him a while to figure out how to... get through the door still. He could just keep kicking it, or try to bend and break off pieces the way he'd done when he freed his leg. But man, that'd take a while.

So then... maybe...?

Carefully, Duncan started to try and push his hand - then wrist, then elbow - through the hole and feel around for the door's handle. He wasn't sure what kind of a locking mechanism it had, or whether it was something that could be undone by blindly feeling around, but he figured it was worth a try.

With his arm still in the door, Pebs returned with her loot.

She handed him a screwdriver, which he took into his free and grinned at her comment. "Sure thing. I'll take real good care of it, promise." Apart from the usual uses, it'd make for a good weapon, too. Not that they... needed that.

The next thing he showed her piqued his interest enough to almost forget about his hand. It was a piece of paper with a picture scribbled onto it. It looked like a hint of some sort, deliberately made by someone. Like one of those things you'd find in escape rooms. Which, well, this technically was. Only they'd skipped the signing up part.

"Looks like someone wants us to go fishing," he remarked, still a bit to carefree for the occasion, before glancing back at the door. "Think it's hinting at the drain here, or something behind this damn thing?"

^{@Typical, @Alamantus}

[GUTS+] You Awake in a Dark Room

It could also be that it's not this drain we should be fishing something out from, could also be some place we find later on. That's a good point about the hook though, I don't think we have anything for that. Hmm...

Haha, oh man, I'd be both amused and terrified if something did grab him.

And yeah, when I read "large airvent above the door" I thought "Duncan could lift Pebs up to crawl through it to the other side probably". I didn't... oh god, I didn't even think about the serial killer scenario. Damn. That's a mental image.

Sorry for the wait btw, I was behind on posts and had to get to a few others I'd owed for longer outta the way. Gonna get to this tomorrow after work, finally!

(D&D 5E) The Tyranny of Dragons, Part 1; Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Oh, I wasn't aware you were waiting for my edit, since it's just one line and doesn't really affect anything. Sure, I'll do it right now.

Edit: Done.

Trouble in Korthos

Cooking up a Barbarian Goliath, unless a Tiefling Warlock would be more preferable.

Steampunk: Dragons and Battleships

Posted. Things I had to research for this post: when was fried chicken invented.